Although Zhao Youyue knew very well that her sense of existence was indeed weak, when she heard the guy say "Zhao Youyue? It doesn't exist", she couldn't help but want to add that Han Leng was probably losing his mind.

Zhao Youyue took a deep breath and said calmly: "Okay, if you don't know me, you won't know me. Now, let's get to know me again. My name is Zhao Youyue, and I am also a member of this class. Han Leng, do you remember?"

Han Leng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the side face of the short-haired girl was bathed in the sunset light. She was so beautiful, and her tone of speech was so calm, she looked extremely plain and her voice was very gentle.

This guy's temper is still so good... Han Leng also smelled a faint fragrance from the girl beside him, which was faint and distant, and still had the smell in his memory.

Han Leng obviously didn't really remember Zhao Youyue, he just said that on purpose. In fact, he couldn't understand why girls who are as beautiful as Zhao Youyue and have a good temper are so unpresent.

Maybe she has a little worse temper and willfulness, and her sense of existence will come to her?

"Sorry, I never remember the names of ordinary people, because they have no meaning. Ordinary people have no pursuit of their own. When they grow up, they will only live an ordinary life without their own personality. There is no big difference between living a lifetime and not living. The meaning of life should be to wander around and look for different excitement." Han Leng yawned again and said with a slight slouch.

"That was just a concealment of not finding a place to stop, saying that the meaning of life lies in wandering and exile." Zhao Youyue still commented in a plain tone, as if there was never anything that could make her angry.

When Han Leng heard Zhao Youyue’s response, he looked at her in surprise, vaguely feeling that this girl was not simple.

Then, Zhao Youyue said, "It's okay if you can't remember the name, I'm used to it anyway. I'll ask you if you can help me write a review letter. It costs 3,000 words to review the issue of playing with your mobile phone in morning reading class."

Han Leng looked cold and felt that Zhao Youyue seemed to have insulted him. Is he the kind of person who helps people write and review books? He has indeed written love letters on his behalf, but it is a romantic thing that can show his literary talent. If he can gain some fan girls through love letters, it would be even better. He wants to read all the books in the world and sleep all his sweethearts.

So Han Leng refused decisively: "Even if I die, I will not help anyone write a review letter if I jump out of the window. That is a waste of my life."

Zhao Youyue felt so heartbroken when she saw Han Leng's firm rejection. Sure enough, did she still have to do it herself?

But she still tentatively said: "Three hundred yuan, I will pay three hundred yuan to ask you to write for me..."

Han Leng's originally cold posture suddenly changed, and he said more happily: "Write! When do you want it?"

When he saw Zhao Youyue confused, he coughed lightly, turned his head away, and his momentum was slightly weakened, and he explained: "I will definitely become a great writer with a fortune in the future, but I am almost in a hurry. The online novel I have serialized now is only worth 50 yuan, but the subject matter of the review book is special. If you give me a thousand words and one hundred, I think the price is quite reasonable. I am quite confident in writing a review book."

Zhao Youyue really wanted to say, who said that even if she died, she would not write a review letter. However, she just smiled calmly and said softly: "The faster the better, the better. I've finished writing today, I'll give you five hundred."

"It's decided so happily, Zhao Youyue, I think if you look down on me so much in junior high school, I will definitely remember you." Han Leng was no longer cold and smiled like a profiteer. He wanted to pat Zhao Youyue on the shoulder, but when he saw the clean blue and white sports school uniform of the other party, he shrank his hand.

Only then did he realize that Zhao Youyue was really different from other girls. Her skin was very white, very delicate, her eyes were very clear, and her short black hair was also of excellent quality, but it also made Han Leng secretly regret it. He felt that if Zhao Youyue had long hair, she would definitely not be as inconspicuous as she is now, and she would definitely attract the attention of men wherever she went.

Some girls are more suitable for long hair. Often, just by changing one hairstyle, it makes people feel that her whole body has been sublimated.

"I think I respect you? You literati shouldn't be willing to bow down for money?" Zhao Youyue pursed her lips and smiled slightly, making her even more cute.

"No, you respected my ideal."

“What is your ideal?”

"I often forget the world, the shortness of life, and the beautiful feelings. I think about living a despicable and shameless life, which is my ideal."

"Hello, Sorrow by Françoise Sargon? "Worry freely, think freely, think freely, and choose my own life freely and choose myself. I can't say 'be myself' because I'm just a piece of plastic dough, but it just refuses any mold.' It's really tiring to talk to you literati."

Han Leng was completely surprised now, and the words "You guys like you have read her books" were almost written on his face. He has to admit that he could never forget this girl named "Zhao Youyue" and even regretted it. Why didn't he know her earlier? What a connotational girl? But why can she not show that literary temperament at all? What a promising "I am proud of my poetry and literature"?

Zhao Youyue still didn't mind Han Leng's surprise. She took out her cell phone and said casually: "Are your phone by your side? I'll send you a red envelope of 300 yuan, WeChat or Alipay?"

"I'll go, can you stop treating this kind of thing as buying vegetables on the street? Be low-key, low-key! By the way, your phone has been confiscated?"

"So I bought another one at noon that day."

"Great, are you friendly?"

"Yes, add WeChat and QQ."

"My cell phone is in the dormitory..."

"I saw that you looked cold and rebellious, and I thought you were very brave, but I didn't expect you to be so timid."

"Wow, it's so heartbreaking. Do you believe it or not, I won't write a review letter for you?"

"Oh, I have to save some money."

"Don't be involved. I am not only a word of money, but also a promise!"

"Don't call me 'rich', I'm almost eating dirt. Besides, remember my name, Zhao Youyue."

"I will remember it for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Youyue looked at Han Leng who became funny and still smiled with a pursed lips, giving people the feeling of an elegant lady. No, she was originally a lady.

She picked up a pen from Han Leng's desk, wrote her WeChat account on his draft, and turned around without any nostalgia.

Han Leng sniffed and muttered, "It smells so good."

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the draft, he patted his hot cheeks, no longer sleepy.

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Chapter completed!